The Unknown Behind My Walls

Hole In The Wall

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The blaring music from my best friends house slowly fades out as I walk farther on. The songs base thumping in my chest even after I am long out of range. It was one of the best- and only -high school parties I've ever been to. Loud music, boys noticing me, attention from my friends. For the first time, I drank alcohol! Though, I can't quite say I enjoyed it. I lifted the red plastic cup with the unknown liquid to my lips and took a big gulp. I almost immediately spat it out as soon as the first splash encountered my tongue. It was so bitter, it tasted waxy. After I swished it down my throat, I threw the cup aside. Later in the night, I had a couple more swigs and once I got used to it, it was slightly more bearable.

As I excitedly trotted along down the dark road, only a short minute from my house, I began to feel a presence like someone was watching me. The bounce in my step was now gone, and I whirled around, my golden-chocolate hair flaring out like an umbrella protecting me.

All I saw in front of me were the dark woods. Nothing inside of them, no sign of danger. Then again, at night there is no light leaking through the treetops, no happiness in the playful green colors. Only grey and black and small animals rustling around somewhere. I turn back on my heel to face the direction of my house, when my nose feels a hard surface and I jump so far in the air I'm surprised I didn't hit my head on a tree branch. I landed and skid my high heels across the pavement and fell on my bottom. My hands only slightly caught me and I scratched both of them. A small screech had escaped my lips and my eyes were shut tight. For a moment, it was silent, and nothing happened. Then a set of hands grabbed both of my shoulders and I hear laughing. Whoever had me was shaking me horrendously.

I opened my eyes to see my younger brother and his friends all wearing Halloween masks and each friend with a squirt gun in hand. "If you so much as think about squirting me none of you will see Mike's face ever again, and Mike" His attention snapped from his friends to me, "You won't see your phone, laptop or the TV for 2 weeks." He started to chuckle. "Think I'm kidding? Test me." His face turned cold and he nodded to his friends who all started to walk back to our house. "You're no fun." I rolled my eyes and got up. I hadn't even noticed my hands had turned an appalling shade of red and had small blood red dots across the palm. I rolled my eyes and quickened my pace behind the 5 boys.

Mike is only 2 years younger than me, but maturity wise I could be his mother. I tend to act like his mother often, since ours left our lives 4 years ago, when something went horribly wrong in what was supposed to be a small, simple surgery. Even though my dad works a lot, he loves us more than anything. Our auntie is the adult that's usually around. His sister. She moved in a year after my mom died, because my dad totally lost it. He couldn't get his head screwed on right and he needed her help to get his shit back together. He lost his job because he was sleeping too much, and we had to move. We have only lived here for maybe a year now, but things have been easy because we stayed in the same town so almost nothing changes. Mike was barely 10 in the year of my mothers untimely passing. She had always been a huge part of our lives, as well as my dad. I'm not going to say I don't miss her, but we don't talk about her much.

As we walk up the driveway to our front door I finally ask, "Wait. Why the Hell are you guys out here at this time anyway?" The boys suddenly froze. All except Mike, who thinks he's a 'tough guy'. "Maple is asleep. Dads not home. If you're out, why can't we be?" I sigh as I shake my head, traveling inside. "You're only in 8th grade Mike." I whisper, trying not to wake Maple. "Boys, just go downstairs." They all nervously head to Mikes room in the basement. When passing me, one of them looks at my behind, which causes me to place my hand on his head and push him lightly, but hard enough to get him moving. Mike backhands him when the boy snickers. "Ugh. Puberty."

After eating a bowl of cereal and popping some gum in my mouth, trying to wash out the alcohol, I make my way up into my room in the "attic". When I open the door, I roll my eyes and toss my head backwards. "Mikes gonna get beat." I grumble. There, right above my neat little desk is a small hole. I assume while I was gone, Mike was looking for my charger and did something to the wall. I walk over to the desk and see the charger plugged in and connected to my computer. Guess he put it back for once. I bring my head up now, to the quarter size hole placed above my lamp. My manicured nails run over it. I manage to lean over the desk and squint through the passage. It's too dark to see anything behind the wall. Maybe I can use my flashli- my thoughts are interrupted by my door handle opening. Mike opens the door into my room with one of his friends, who seems too interested in his phone to realize mike has walked through the door. He stands alone in the hallway. "Excuse me...?" He seems timid and nervous. "Yes..?"
"Can you come downstairs please?"
What the Hell is going on? He never says please and he's never shy. "Why?" I'm not playing his little game.
"Well you see..." All of a sudden I notice one hand has been behind his back. He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of me, and runs out of the room with his friend yelling "HE GOT IT! HE GOT A PICTURE OF HER FOR YOU DUDE!" Just. Great.

I hustle over and shut my door, locking it this time. I turn to my closet and put on a wrinkly shirt that my mother won me at a hockey game when I was 12, which has become a few sizes too small, even though I'm not much bigger than a 12 year old. I pull on a pair of flannel capris and throw my dirtied clothes over to my hamper. My eyes catch a glimpse of the panel of wood under my shelves. I'm not sure what's behind it, I believe it's just pipes or some insulation. Its been here since we moved in and is screwed in from every possible spot. Even still, I can't say it doesn't creep me out. I realize my hands are still bleeding from my run in with Mikes 'gang' earlier so I quietly walk over to my door and listen into the stairwell. Once I realize the coast is clear, I dart into the bathroom and wash my hands. The bleeding hasn't gotten anywhere and has actually stopped.

I tuck myself into my bed and press myself into my pillows against the wall. I hear a strange but regular scratching noise against the wall. The strange thing would be if I didn't hear the scratching noise. I hear them all the time. Scratching, shuffling, banging, light pounding from behind every wall in the house. Dad says we just have a rodent in our walls and it's nothing to worry about.

My eyes flutter and I snuggle myself deeper into dreamland.

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